In Search of Thoreau and Self

I lean over the breakfast Table the morning is Bright I am afraid of Solitude these fears are Unfounded paranoia is a part of Myself I can't control it and it is Hated I want to be sane in this crazy World maybe someday I will be shown How that might be the deciding factor in my Humanity this is the beginning, I Think I can wait for a someone from now until Forever one day I will receieve a Call it will be for me and I will not know what to Do I eat my eggs slowly chewing each Bite the flavors explode in my Mouth I ponder my own Existentialism I reach for the Toast my dog bounds into the Room I pet him, albeit Absentmindedly he doesn't seem to Notice my thoughts are Elsewhere and I don't seem to Care that is my life and this is Eternal life death and taxes are Certain solitude should be included in that Statement it gives one time to Reflect I chew my toast, thinking and not Thinking maybe it falls upon us to only Exist when we find the other person our prerogative Changes the sun rises over the misty Lake I see a kayak among the Geese and I break out in a Smile there is no solitude for Anyone the kayaker is among the Geese I am among my Dog at this moment that is all I seem to Need I am happy until I am finished Eating the phone rings as I put the last dish in the Dishwasher I pick it up and say Hello the voice on the other end says It's Me suddenly I can't Breathe.

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